I'm stuck. The feeling gives rise to a certain deeply pitted, chest-sticking, sort of pain that can only be shaken off through dancing, screaming, and drug abuse. I really do try to keep the later under careful surveillance, however. There's no more room for escape inside of my life.

Still trapped inside of this confusing state of what is right or wrong, or how I should live and strive, and where I should go in the midst of it, I find myself wondering if I am leaping much farther than my capabilities to survive. Biting off more than I can chew. Whatever.

It's funny how easy we fall back into old routines of self-inflicted misery and disgusted discontentment.

What of that...

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